In October ’93 I was spending a few days in Dingle after the madness of the Children’s Book Festival and I took one of the dolphin boats out to see Fungi. The boat was full of dolphin-spotters and, whatever the reason, when the captain cut the engine every one of us faced starboard to scan the waves. After a few minutes I got the funny feeling that I was being watched and turned my head to look to port. And …
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